Carrot Man Now Novels & Stories

A battered watch, the one miracle that survived the fall off the cliff and a handful of beef jerky wrapped neatly in brown paper courtesy of Carrot. Little Carrot sits at the edge of the bed, her short legs swinging back and forth and the soles of her shoes scuffing against the wooden frame. She watches me with wide, expectant eyes, her cheeks a little smudged with dirt as if she had come running straight from the fields. And like a perpetually curious child, Carrot is fascinated with everything and asks questions endlessly. “What did you eat back at the Northlands?” “Why is your hair black and mine orange?”

Carter. *************************************************

he said with his back turned toward Carl. Carl did not respond but secretly tried to free himself. The more he struggled, the weaker he got. His head kept banging and intense pain enveloped him. “What is this?” he asked as soon as he noticed that his strength was failing him. “What did you do to me?” he further inquired. “Wolfsbane.” The man replied in return. “For some reason, it doesn’t seem to affect you much.” The man added with a confused look. Carl looked confused as well, as he stared at the rope that was stained with colors.

She reached forward, and felt the girls hard nipples as they pointed tighter towards the ceiling. Then she looked down and saw the carrots. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. She didn't stop sliding the cucumber in and out of Callista's pussy, but reached down and grabbed the carrot. It was about seven inches long, tapering from about an inch wide down to a soft rounded nub. Madri slipped the carrot down into her throat, just like she'd done with the cucumber. She gagged heavily on it, and she coated it in thick saliva. Then she put her plan into action.